“Monty,” Devon warned.
“Somehow I expected that,” Blake replied. “But I’m not going to hurt her.”
“I know you won’t.” Monty nodded again, a hint of emotion glistening in his eyes. He stuck out his palm, shaking Blake’s hand. “Congratulations, Blake. You’re a lucky man.”
“Thank you, Detective. I know I am.”
“Cut the formalities,” Monty instructed. “Call me Monty.” He turned to Devon, wrapping her in a tight, paternal hug. “Be happy,” he said roughly.
“I will, Monty.” Devon hugged him back.
“Hey.” He recovered himself, emotions back in check. “See? I told you that our being partners would be worth your while.”
“You were right.”
“As always,” he prompted.
Devon smiled. “As always.”
“Good. Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s eat.”